Yoite walked through the "Park of Memory's" on a cold, white night. The wind pounded in his ears, snow decorated his coat with shimmering ashen specs. His face was a rosy ruby, his hair covering his face as he walked. The tree's that usually left a canopy of leaves over path was now bare. His azure eyes darted from side to side, body tense and ready for anything. His destination wasn't far, however the dreary weather didn't look like it was going to improve. He pulled the collar of his coat higher up his face. He had made a promise to himself that he would walk through the park every night, even if the weather was bad. He came across a lonely bench and sat down, his eyelashes kissing his cheeks. He had lived in this world so long. Ever since he had died his soul had resided in this world. Every night, he'd leave the place her called home and walk down the path, trying to see if he would ever reach the end. Once he left the park, he would pass on. He didn't understand the reason why he couldn't pass on yet. He opened his eyes and waited for an image to show. Every night he would see a scene of one of the people. This world was so fast, that the memories were further back in the past. An image began to show and he could see Yukimi was holding a boy. Yukimi's arm was missing, his other draped over a sobbing figure. Yoite looked hard enough and realized who the boy was. It was Miharu. Then it hit him. H couldn't pass on because of Miharu. He realized this and felt guilt eat him up.
"I just wish he would pass on," Miharu said. "I can feel that he hasn't passed on and it makes my worried."
Yoite smiled. So that's why he was crying. He felt his guilt leave him and he felt his body quiver. He looked down to see his body fading and felt the tears roll down his cheeks. He felt content. At last he was going to pass on. As his body disappeared he watched the image before him.
"It worked." Miharu said.
"Good, now he'll move on." Yukimi said. Yoite watched and his body disappeared.